In a disgusting fit of political correctness, Mother Jones, Truthout, National Geographic, NPR, CNN, NBC, MSNBC, LATimes and just about every other media source in the world are falling all over themselves touting “Kids Protest Over Climate Change.” (See my previous post, Student Strike … or Strike Out)
Not one of them has bothered to investigate who is organizing these demonstrations and what is their agenda. Nor is anyone in the global media circus bothering to fact check the claims displayed on posters during these gatherings, and blasted from loudspeakers amidst the giggling gaggle.
“There are two parallel counterrevolutionary confusionist tactics: the partial cooption of new values, and a deliberately anticultural industrially facilitated production, the latter being a natural continuation of the imbecilization of young people begun in their schools and families. We have arrived at a stage of ideological absence in which advertising has become the only active factor, overriding any preexisting critical judgment or transforming such judgment into a mere conditioned reflex.” Guy Dubord, The Society of the Spectacle, 1967
It chills my heart to witness such blatant ignorance and cynical exploitation of impressionable, ignorant and unaware youth, all in the name of capitalism and the economic status quo.
Climate alarmism in all quarters has become increasingly strident as we learn more and more about natural climate variability and the inadequacy of global climate models to account for contemporary observations of existing climate variation around the world. And isn’t it fascinating that climate alarmism reaches a screeching crescendo as we come closer to the next “Climate Summit“, September 23, 2019?
NGOs, Big Greens, the United Nations, major governments, energy corporations, think tanks, and government “leaders” down to thoughtless local governments, and unto the 23 hoodwinked elementary students who played hooky and gathered at the clock tower in Our Fair City on Friday … all of the them are willing and unwitting pawns of a global propaganda and public relations scheme to prop up global capitalism and for-profit corporations, including oil, coal, natural gas, oil shale and tar sands producers, and, let’s not forget, the nuclear power industry.
Yes, the youthful “strikers” are touting so-called “renewable” energy, which by the way they haven’t learned is in reality energy from renewable sources captured by non-renewable technologies. But this is not instead of fossil fuels. Oh no, the corporate oligarchy wants it all, renewable energy AND fossil fuels. They want to control and profit from all energy required by 7.5 billion people and counting. And the politicians around the world want their share of the filthy lucre from energy production and consumption to fuel their future political campaigns.
Will the students strike again? Will global temperature exceed 2 degrees over pre-industrial levels? And what will happen to Greta Thunberg?
Tune in next week for the next exciting episode of
Today is the day of the much ballyhooed “Student Strike Against Climate Change”.
Well, the name says it all, doesn’t it?
We are told by the Fawning Press and the Big Green Mouthpiece that these children are fed up with government inaction on climate change and they are demanding … what? Stop climate change? Replace fossil fuels with solar and wind? Stop driving cars? Abandon our profligate consumer economy?
Reading mainstream news reports reveals little about specific demands of the stalwart students. All attention is focused on cute little Greta Thunberg, a Swedish student who, all by herself, sat outside her school on a Friday to protest climate change inaction. And we’re expected to accept the claim that students all over the world have rallied to her cause, all by themselves, because they too want us to stop causing climate change.
Enter investigative journalists Cory Morningstar and Forrest Palme, who have written an article series that reveals the players pulling the strings, and the goals they wish to achieve by supporting Greta Thunberg and the young people it is hoped she will inspire.
In The Manufacturing of Greta Thunberg – for Consent, the authors disclose that “Greta Thunberg, the current child prodigy and face of the youth movement to combat climate change, serves as special youth advisor and trustee to the burgeoning mainstream tech start-up, We Don’t Have Time,” and “partnerships between the well established corporate environmental entities: Al Gore’s Climate Reality Project, 350.org, Avaaz, Global Utmaning (Global Challenge), the World Bank, and the World Economic Forum (WEF).
Morningstar and Plame disclose that this seemingly youthful grassroots uprising is in reality a cynical exploitation of children to forward a global agenda of support for transnational corporate capitalism and the status quo energy economy, including oil, coal and nuclear interests that would capitalize on $9 trillion that could be invested in NGOs, professional environmental organizations and transnational energy corporations.
I’ve long puzzled over the impetus and incentives for climate alarmism by the United Nations, the global energy industry and corporate media. It just didn’t make sense that the wonky IPCC, a UN funded environmental policy organization, could have so much influence on global politics and popular culture.
Now I understand! Rather than calling for meaningful systems change in the face of global pollution, resource exploitation and habitat destruction, this new “Student Strike” movement is designed and deployed by the very international organizations and corporations that would profit from a change to so-called “renewable energy resources,” not insteadof fossil fuels, but in addition to. It’s a whole new economic boom just waiting to be plucked from the hands of naive children and their unwitting proponents.
Read the series. Check out the references. Spread the word.
“within 100 years, many of our cities will become uninhabitable, submerged under oceans or deadly hot. Storms will become more violent. The gentle planet we’ve known will be no more.”
I have a Doctorate in anthropology from the University of Alaska Fairbanks, where my dissertation and post-doc research was on the chronology of occupation of the Bering Strait from 2500 BP to the present. I published papers on the effects of climate change on human population movements in Siberia, Alaska, Canada and Greenland. I did dendrochronological and dendroclimatological research on driftwood and archaeological wood from Siberia, St. Lawrence Island and the Alaska mainland. I studied tree ring research at the University of Arizona Tree-Ring Research Lab, and climate change at the University of Alaska Geophysical Institute.
I agree that many indigenous cultures have, in the past, “demonstrated [the] ability of the human species to adapt to changing conditions.”
I strongly disagree that “the extinction of the human species is a very real possibility,” with respect to climate variability. I strongly object to the statement “within 100 years, many of our cities will become uninhabitable, submerged under oceans or deadly hot. Storms will become more violent.”
There is simply no evidence to support these alarmist predictions.
Patton also cites Dahr Jamail’s book “When the Ice Melts,” as justification for these alarmist claims. I must point out that Dahr Jamail is not a climate scientist nor an anthropologist, nor a scientist of any sort. He is a journalist, one with a long record of unrealistically inflammatory rhetoric regarding what he calls “climate disruption,” which is in reality natural climate variability.
Yes, many glaciers are retreating, as are many glaciers advancing. That’s what glaciers do and have done for millennia, long before human civilizations developed. Climates around this planet (and all the other planets in the solar system) vary cyclically in tune with its variable travels around its star, and our planet’s own internal cycles of the closely coupled ocean/atmosphere system.
Does atmospheric CO2 and CH4 warm the planet? Yes, up to certain point. Does increased atmospheric CO2 result in increased global warming? No one knows, as this has never been tested. Does human produced atmospheric CO2 threaten runaway global warming? Not in the slightest.
Jamail and Stites’ dire “predictions” are not supported by climate science, not even by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, which is a policy making organization, not a scientific research organization.
Should we “civilized” cultures change our ways to be in closer harmony with natural cycles? Of course. Human population growth coupled with cultures based on unlimited consumption cannot continue in a world of finite resources. We not only must change our ways, we most certainly will.
Humans may think we live in a world separate from Nature, but Nature functions otherwise. Humans are subject to the same ecological cycles as all other species. There’s no exit strategy. There’s no other planet to escape to. This is our only chance and either we figure out how to get it right, or Nature will haul us back into place in ways we make not like.
It’s the night before the New Year and all through the town, all the people are stirring, getting ready to celebrate New Year’s Eve. It’s an old custom, ingrained in our culture, seemingly as natural as night and day.
But why January 1st? What’s so special about this day that we celebrate it as a new beginning?
The easy answer is that the first month of the year is named after Janus, the two-faced Roman God who looks both forward into the future and backward to the past, just as all the pundits have been doing for the past week. Julius Caesar created a calendar with Janus’s month at the beginning, named after himself as the Julian Calendar, which was used from 45 BC until the 11th Century.
We don’t use the Julian calendar anymore, because it didn’t agree with the exact time it takes for the Earth to revolve around the sun, thus getting further and further out of date with the seasons as time wore on, as it often does. This was inconvenient and verily it troubled many of the new Enlightenment thinkers of the time.
So Pope Gregory started a new calendar in 1585, that inserted a leap year to keep the seasons and the calendar in sync. We use the Gregorian Calendar today, with January 1st as the first day.
But wait, why did my ancestors in the Olde Country start their year on March 25th, thus messing with the heads of future genealogists trying to pin down vital records of their distant 11th Great-Grandfather?
Well… as you might already know, pagans and other non-Christian folks counted their days, nights and years by the seasons and by celestial phenomena, which we retain in our culture as the Winter and Summer Solstice and the Spring and Fall Equinox. There were lots of other nature based holidays to celebrate as well, which helped a lot of medieval folks get through some pretty tough times.
Originally, the new year was celebrated either on the Winter Solstice, when daylight hours once again began to lengthen and the ascent from a long dark winter was begun. Others chose the Spring equinox as the time of renewal, and growth of things green and warm, a suitable occasion to start the new year.
When the Christian religion spread from Rome to the hinterlands, wily Christian theologians discovered it was more effective to co-opt the old pagan holidays and rename them to match the new belief than to try to do away with them altogether. Thus, the Winter Solstice became Christmas, to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on December 25, and the New Year was set to begin on March 25, marking the Annunciation, the announcement that Jesus Christ was born, starting the whole Christian year.
This went on for some 600 years, until, in 1752, ecclesiastical squabbles over the true date of Easter resulted in resetting the date of the Gregorian New Year back to the old Julian January 1st.
So here we are, poised on the cusp of a new, Gregorian, January 1st New Year!
Happy Christmas to everyone, with best wishes for family get togethers, warm sharing and an abundance of joy. In our high-tech and all too busy world, this is a time to enjoy the company of our scattered relatives, preferably in person but virtually when necessary.
Here is my favorite Christmas story, from my favorite author any time of the year.
By Edward Abbey, from Abbey’s Road
Scrooge was right. What I like best about Christmas in the desert is the conspicuous absence of Christmas. By late December the cone-nosed humbugs are gone and all the horny elf toads retired into their burrows for the season. When somebody asks me what I think of Christmas (nobody ever does), I reply, “Not much.” Easy to avoid it our here in the rocks.
about Ebeneezer Scrooge and Bobby Riggs, the twin patron saints of us
middle-aged cryptoliberals. Cryptoliberal? Well, sure, why not? I
have been called other names even worse. Misanthrope. Sexist.
Elitist. Crank. Barbarian. Anarcho-syndicalist. Wild conservative.
And my favorite, from a Maoist lady in New York–she called me a
creeping Fascist hyena. Quite true, so far as it goes (you can’t
please everybody), but they forget to add that I am a pig lover too.
I’m talking about is the one known also as a peccary or javelina, the
wild pig of the Arizona desert; not a true pig exactly, according to
zoologists, but a good approximation–a close relation. Close enough
for me, and the javelina, commonly defined as a “wild pig-like
animal,” is the best kind of pig. Though that definition, come
to think of it, is a shade too broad. Some of my best friends qualify
as wild pig-like animals without half trying. But that’s another
issue. The fault of the permissive social atmosphere, the Bill of
Rights, the general weakening of moral fibers everywhere you look.
my topic: Christmas and pigs. Have you ever stood alone under the
full moon in the prickly cholla-mesquite desert on the night before
Christmas and found yourself surrounded by a herd of hungry,
snuffling, anxiety-ridden javelinas? I have, and it’s a problematic
situation: some of those little fifty pound beasts carry tusks and
have been known to charge a full-grown man right up the hairy trunk
of a saguaro cactus. That’s the story I’ve been told by old-timers
In any case, this part is true: I was surrounded by javelinas while O’Ryan chased the Seven Sisters around the Big Bear and the moon looked kindly down. To say that I was nervous would have been an overexaggeration. Though unarmed and on foot, I was happy, at ease, and comfortably drunk.
herd of javelinas was aware of my presence. The mind of a wild pig is
unpredictable. These couldn’t make up their minds whether to run or
stay. After a while, since I made no move, they stayed. I could see
them plain in the bright moonshine: parody pigs with oversized heads
and undersized hams; each one bristly as a wire brush. They trotted
from bush to bush and cactus to cactus, anxious restive fellows, all
fits and starts, busy, busy, busy. I was accepted, but not welcome;
they hoped I wouldn’t stay. As I watched, I heard the sound of their
vigorous jaws at work–a crunching of jojoba nuts, the munching of
prickly pear. In all nature there’s no sound more pleasing than a
hungry animal at its feed. Ask any cattleman or farmboy.
Aravaipa Creek I heard the barking of a fox. An owl called. Everybody
out shopping for supper.
was a good strong odor in the air, the rank and racy musk of
half-alarmed javelinas. I like that smell, just as I enjoy the smell
(at a comfortable distance) of skunk out looking for trouble.
Associations: the wild tang of skunk brings back October nights,
raccoons and baying hounds, the big woods and foggy hills of Old
Pennsylvania. That smell means Arizona too; a border wolf, a desert
bighorn, a mountain lion crouched on a ledge above the deer path in
the chapparal. Good smells, good things, important, hard to find on
Speedway in Tucson or Central Avenue up in Phoenix.
then one of the larger javelinas, suffering from curiosity, would
come close to me, sniff, advance, and retreat, trying to figure out
exactly what this thing is that stands there like a bush that
breathes but smells like Jim Beam, moves a little. Suspicious; from
time to time, a ripple of panic passed through the herd like a wave
through water. They knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what.
One minute they’re on the point of exploding in all directions, pig
fashion. A minute later they forget the danger, start feeding again.
what happened? An angel came down from the stars in a long white robe
to give us a lecture on the meaning of Christmas? No. I’ll admit I
have a weakness for simple fact, even if it spoils the story. Maybe
that’s the main difference between a serious literary artist like me
and one of your ordinary sports columnists, say, who writes for the
newspaper. But I don’t want to make any harsh judgments here; this is
supposed to be the season of goodwill toward people. Sports
columnists too. And wild pigs.
hero Ebeneezer says, if the spirit of Christmas is more than humbug
then we’re obliged to extend it to all creatures great and small
including men, women, children, foreigners, Mexicans, coyotes,
scorpions Gila monsters, snakes, centipedes, millipedes, termites and
the wild pigs of the Arizona desert. That’s the reason the Arizona
Game and Fish Department puts off javelina season until January. Out
of a decent respect for that annual outburst of love and goodwill we
the herd of javelinas snorting around me, the truth is, nothing much
of anything happened. In fact, I got bored first, tired of simulating
a saguaro cactus. I picked up a couple of rocks, in case one of those
husky beasts with the tusks came at me, and tiptoed off through the
prickly pear. I did not wish to disturb my friends, but they took
alarm anyway, erupting in various directions. Would take them an hour
to reassemble. None charged me. Despite many meetings with javelinas,
I have yet to come eyeball to eyeball with one. Even though I’ve
charged them a few times, out of meanness, just to see them run.
were good and hungry, would I eat a javelina? Yes. I’d roast its head
in a pit of mesquite coals and scramble my eggs with its brains. I
have no quarrel with any man who kills one of God’s creatures in
order to feed his women and children and old folks. Nothing could be
more right and honorable, when the need is really there. I believe
humanity made a serious mistake when our ancestors gave up the
hunting and gathering life for agriculture and towns. That’s when
they invented the slave, the serf, the master, the commissar, the
bureaucrat, the capitalist, and the five-star general. Wasn’t it
farming made a murderer of Cain? Nothing but trouble and grief ever
since, with a few comforts thrown here and there, now and then, like
bourbon and ice cubes and free beer on the Fourth of July, mainly to
stretch out the misery.
aside, the javelinas and I parted company that moonlight night with
no hard feelings, I hope, on either part. They had the whole east
slope of Brandenburg Mountain to ramble over, and I had my cabin to
crawl back into, where I keep my bearskin and this neurotic
typewriter with a mind of its own. Christmas or no Christmas, it does
my chilly Calvinist heart a lot of good to know those javelinas are
still out there in the brush, pursuing happiness in their ancient
piglike manner. What would Arizona be without a Game and Fish
Department? Without a Sportsmen’s Association? Hard to say. I wonder.
But what would Arizona be without wild pigs? Why, no wonder at all.
Arizona would be another poor, puny, poverty-struck antheap like
California, not fit for man or his dog.
The Winter Solstice has long been my favorite seasonal celebration. It’s that ancestrally magical moment when the Earth pauses in its seasonal round, contemplates its equator for a moment, and moves in a new direction.
After months of steadily decreasing sunshine, even here at 37 degrees North latitude, the prospect of the return of the sun, increased warmth and budding Spring helps to wipe away the winter doldrums.
It’s a very real event, grounded in the Earth, the solar system and the Universe, a time of renewal and dedication to a new annual round.
Recently I’ve witnessed the increasing senseless sacrifice of innocent electrons as social media posts abound decrying the activities of Big Cyber (Google, Apple, Facebook, Twitter, etc., etc., etc.) as they respond to popular outcries of “Fake News!”, Russian influence on elections and other dastardly doings in cyberspace.
Let’s set a few things straight.
First of all cyberspace is not real. It’s an invention of human beings that only exists on computers, cell phones and other electronic devices. It only lives when we turn on those devices and choose to partake of the content thus delivered.
Secondly, The Internet, and all that therein lies, is available to everyone, not just liberals, Progressives, intellectuals, environmentalists, anarchists, terrorists, academics and Tea Party-ists. Everyone. Rich people, businesses and business people, governments, NGOs, non-profits, smart people and dumb people.
It’s kinda like a box of chocolates…
When we choose to partake of the Internet and its contents, we choose to expose ourselves to all that it contains, some of it to our liking and some of it not.
Thirdly, The Internet is global, beyond national borders, beyond cultural and societal boundaries, beyond language, beyond space, beyond time. What one may consider right and proper in one’s own cultural milieu, may turn out to be improper, abhorrent or even illegal in someone else’s.
All of these realities impose a certain onus on the part of Internet travelers to exercise a modicum of self-responsibility when interacting in Cyberspace. One cannot expect The Internet to respond to one’s expectations, cultural norms and personal sense of morality.
It’s a Zen thing. I am. The Internet is. I am not the Internet. The Internet is not me.
I go to Facebook occasionally, mostly to keep track of my younger relatives who display much of their life on this social medium. I don’t put my personal information on Facebook, so there’s nothing there for Facebookers to sell to others. I’ve turned off all of the features beloved of many Facebook acolytes, blocked advertisements, turned off apps, eschewed connections, isolated Facebook following in my browser, and generally put Facebook in a sealed box that only I can add to or take from. Same same for Google and Apple.
I use Firefox and Thunderbird for browser and email client, open source programs with plentiful security features. I use ad blocker and anti-tracker extensions so my surfing and download history is unrecorded and stays in my own control.
I don’t look to Facebook for news nor to choose which web sites I see and interact with. Same same for Google and Apple. I don’t store data in The Cloud, nor do I depend on Cloud based apps. I back up locally and keep my files to myself.
In other words, I take responsibility for my own cyber security and anonymity. I’m not concerned that Facebook and Google have deleted some accounts that don’t meet their specifications. They are corporations after all, not government entities. And there are a myriad of opportunities to access the exact same content in other Cyber-venues.
I am far more concerned with increasing trends in local, state and federal government entities toward secrecy and lack of transparency, and the influence of growth and development interests in fomenting public policies. Privacy is the right of individuals, not governments. More on this later.
The actions of private corporations do not pose a threat to democracy and personal liberty. We all have the power to choose whether we interact with corporations or not. Human beings in corporations have the power to choose whether or not to accept employment in corporations, or to continue when corporate activities offend their sense of propriety. No one forces us to bend to corporate bidding.
Freedom consists of freedom of choice and the intelligence to choose wisely for one’s own benefit. When we give others the power to choose for us, we abrogate our responsibilities to self-determination, self government and freedom.